Reflection: A Poem for October:

But once I pass this way, and then no more.

But once – and then the silent door swings on its hinges;

Opens…. closes, and no more I pass this way.

So, while I may, with all my might,

I will give sweet comfort and delight,

to all I meet upon the pilgrim Way.

For no one travels twice the great Highway,

That climbs through darkness up to light,

Through night and day.

John Oxenham